I decided to write one last poem To explain it all Sometimes it's better to let go Because the timing's wrong But I'm still on my knees Trying to stop the bleeding 'Cause my head knows we are dead But my heart just won't believe it In the evening when the night falls And nothing seems to matter I put my hands together And pray for things to get better But these hands weren't made for that They were made to protect you And hold yours But I guess that's how the story ends